We always called you the devil in the garden. To clarify, we called you “the devil in the garden.” We didn’t just call you “the devil” while in the garden. I can see how that would be confusing. If it’d been Mom, we would have

The silent sentinel was perched upon his pedestal of rock with no apparent way of having gotten up, or any easy plan for getting down. It was as if a great flood had torn away all the land around him, leaving him, as the saying

The snow was evidence they were in for a hard reset. The machines wound down every couple of cycles, and you had to turn them off for a few days while they cooled. Spring, Summer, Fall, Summer, Spring, Summer, Fall, and occasionally, Winter. Bouncing back

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Elephant Words (est 2007) is all about seeing how different writers respond to the same image.
Every Sunday a new image is posted, and during the week new short writing is posted inspired by that image.
The writing can be any format or genre, limited only by imagination!

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